After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#192 “Let’s Go Home, Love.”

As they stood outside the airport, the air heavy with the anticipation of departure, Benjamin prepared to board his flight back to Europe. Sophia’s expression was troubled as she watched her brother, a pang of sadness tugging at her heartstrings.

Alexander noticed her distress and reached out to gently touch her arm. 11 What’s wrong, love?” he asked softly, concern etched in his features.

Sophia sighed, her gaze distant as she struggled to put her emotions into words. “I just can’t shake this feeling of disappointment,” she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. “My grandfather was someone I respected deeply, and I just can’t understand how he could be involved in something like this.”

Alexander nodded understandingly, his grip on her arm tightening slightly in a gesture of support. “I know, it’s hard to come to terms with,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.

But Sophia wasn’t finished. With a heavy heart, she continued, her words coming out in a rush of emotion. “And the documents we found…they revealed so much more than I ever could have imagined,” she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Crimes related to the mafia, the revelation that my father’s car accident was a result of mafia retaliation…it’s just too much to bear.”

Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes as she spoke, the weight of the truth crashing down on her shoulders. But even in the midst of her grief, there was a steely determination in her voice.

let them get away with this,” she vowed, her voice filled with resolve. “Those responsible for these heinous crimes will face the consequences, no matter what

a tight embrace, his arms offering her comfort and solace amidst the turmoil of

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with unshed tears. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t shake the feeling of dread

her as he listened to her confession. “I understand,” he murmured, his voice laced with

she listened to Alexander’s warning about the dangers of seeking revenge against the mafia, a knot of fear tightened in

slightly. “But I can’t just sit back and do nothing. My father and grandfather

he said quietly. “But we need to be smart about this. We can investigate together, but promise me you won’t take any risks

nodded solemnly, her determination unwavering. “I promise, “she vowed, her voice steady despite

involving Kyle in their investigation, recognizing his expertise and resources could be invaluable

this,” he suggested, his voice thoughtful. “He’s got connections and resources that could help us

insight. “That’s a good idea,” she said, her voice filled with

her father’s involvement with the mafia. “Are you okay with the revelation about your father

lot to process,” she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But I believe in my